And at Last Cherys went Limp.

Danielle and Amber let go of her, and she looked utterly devastated as she curled into the chair and buried her face against the back.

We all jerked when Cherys suddenly lurched, making a gagging noise. And then she flopped out of the Lounger, turned towards the grass, and then let loose with a loud retching sound.

A large volume of vomit spewed out onto the grass as she hunched forward on all fours, followed by a second load. And then Danielle got hold of a towel and was wrapping her up.

The party was over.

Even though I'd been back home for a week, it still felt a little weird waking up in my own bed. I'd begun to think of our old college apartment, where I'd spent three years of my life, as home. So with that momentary disorientation, my mind was occupied with remembering the proper way to the bathroom and to Locating my clothes. The previous night's adventures and misadventures were not yet remembered.

My mild hangover probably didn't help.

So when I came out of the bathroom and saw Cherys waiting to use it, it took me a few seconds to remember just WHY she was Looking at me Like a frightened animal.

Choosing not to comment, I simply offered a reassuring “good morning” and then brushed past her while she scurried into the bathroom.

Of course, the instant I got into my own bedroom, it all came rushing back to me. After Cherys had recovered from upchucking her entire barbecue dinner, Danielle got her cleaned up and then we loaded her into my car. I had kissed Amber goodbye, with a promise to call in the morning. We brought Cherys back to our house. It was a common enough occurrence for her to stay overnight with Danielle, and we didn't want her parents to see her in this state.

But before that, I remembered the party, her naked body, eating out her pussy, and Cherys begging me to fuck her.

It was a damn good thing I'd already pissed; otherwise there was no way

I'd squeeze out a drop with this erection.

In my mind's eye, I recalled just how she looked sprawled across that lawn chair, her chest heaving those massive tits up and down; her Legs split to the sides. One hand was on her clit, her own fingers lewdly spreading those pink pussy lips wide.

Absentmindedly, I sat on the bed and dug my hand beneath the waistband, circling my fingers around my rod. I managed only a few strokes before the sharp knock came at my door.

Reflexively, I yanked my hand out and tried to smooth down my pajama pants. "Yeah!"

Cherys cracked the door and then came in. I saw her gaze immediately zero in on the tent being pitched in my pants, and then she forced her eyes back up to mine.

“Hi... she just kind of drawled, momentarily forgetting what she was going to say.

"Uh, hi..." I managed awkwardly. I flailed around trying to think of something else to say. "How are you feeling?" I asked. Then I saw her squinting at me awkwardly. "Hangover?"

"Yeah..." she winced and looked at the floor. It was extremely weird for me. Here was a gorgeous, supremely confident woman who I had worshipped since I first took an interest in girls. And she was staring at her feet with her head hanging down between her shoulders.

It couldn't be like this. She meant way too much to me for our friendship to end like this. So she got drunk and a little horny, who hasn't? And after all my masturbatory fantasies of her, who was I to claim she wasn't allowed to lust a little after me? I had to make her see that I still cared about her as much as ever.

The awkward silence carried for a long minute. Then she finally breathed in and said to the floor, “Look, I wanted to say I'm sorry for the way I acted last night.”

“Don't worry about it," I cut her off.

She startled and then managed to glance up at me.

“I put you in a very dangerous position. wish I hadn't-"